Chapter 15 The Hardest Thing to Guard Against is the Human Heart
There were people in elegant clothes and a lot of noise, but this excitement had nothing to do with him.
Lin Ping spent half a month's salary to buy a ticket to the fashion week. He had only one goal - to ruin Li Xiaogou's reputation.
Today, Li Xiaogou wore a loose-fitting, pure white casual suit. The dappled light from the venue cast a worldly hue on him. His naturally droopy eyes were half-lidded, and he exuded a sense of lingering fatigue.
His natural calmness and deadpan attitude made Lin Ping want to bite his pale neck and suck his blood, just like he sucked Murphy's blood to stir up his own popularity.
Li Xiaogou took the initiative to talk to others, with the corners of his eyes slightly curved, and his pretentious look disappeared, making people want to get close to him at first sight.
Flattery!
Lin Ping clenched his hands tighter in his arms.
Getting closer.
When he was less than two meters away from Li Xiaogou, he stopped, looked around nervously, and then walked straight towards Li Xiaogou.
The boy didn't notice him at all.
Oh, of course. When you climb up by stepping on others and feel so proud of yourself, how could you notice the person struggling in the shadows?
The steps become more firm.
Passing by the boy.
Now is the time!
The movements that had been practiced countless times were performed smoothly.
He pried open a corner of the lunch box with his thumb and threw it out with force.
However, at this moment, the young man who was concentrating on chatting with others stretched out, and as luck would have it, his back rested on his elbow——
The lunch box was pushed back into his arms.
The shirt under the jacket was soaked.
Lin Ping smelled an indescribable odor and tried hard to hold back his vomiting. He turned around and rushed towards the toilet.
"Nice to meet you." Li Xiaogou took the initiative to end the conversation. "I hope there will be a chance for us to work together."
Jin Zhenghao had already lost his patience and nodded arrogantly.
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The big show begins.
Kim Jung-ho sat in the middle of the first row, with the brand CEO on his left and the chief designer on his right, making the row full.
Li Xiaogou sat right behind him.
"Worshiping foreigners and fawning on foreigners." Wang Bo's complaints came from the headphones.
For artists of the same status, the treatment of spokespersons from Chaoguo is definitely better than that of artists from Daxia. This has become the norm in the fashion circle.
Either they establish their own fashion brand, or the industry reaches a consensus to suppress Daxia’s brand, and Daxia artists will not accept any endorsements.
If you can't do either, you will naturally be at the mercy of others.
Li Xiaogou couldn't appreciate the "summer style" of pink and purple crystal sandals paired with fluorescent green plastic cloth, and his eyes gradually lost focus.
Mo Shang called out twice but got no response: ...
Actually fell asleep.
Until Kim Jung-ho stood up and walked backstage accompanied by people around him.
Li Xiaogou's eyelashes trembled and he finally woke up.
This damn torture is finally coming to an end.
Li Xiaogou smiled sincerely.
It was particularly eye-catching in Lin Ping's eyes in the corner.
He struggled in the bathroom for thirty minutes and finally threw away his shirt.
Now his jacket was hollow, and the lunch box had turned into a plastic bag that clung to his skin, as did the stench that filled his body.
Seeing Li Xiaogou leave his seat and approach the stage, Lin Ping followed him.
The lights in the venue dimmed.
Click.
A beam of light cast itself at the end of the runway, where Kim Jung-ho stood, looking like a melting sundae in a white tinfoil suit.
"Go to the stage in twenty seconds." Mo Shang commanded.
Li Xiaogou calculated in his mind, walked to the edge of the stage on time, raised his mobile phone, grinned, and posed for a photo with the people on the stage.
There are many Koreans among Daxia celebrities. There was even one who knelt down to a North Korean star on a show, which caused an uproar on the Internet.
Li Xiaogou's behavior... is shameful, but not surprising.
Mo Shang's calculation was exactly right. Just as Li Xiaogou raised his mobile phone, Jin Zhenghao just walked to a position one step away from him.
In order to highlight himself, Kim Jung-ho's team had already negotiated that when he was walking on the runway, the lights in the show should be kept dim and all the light should be focused on him.
Yu Guangli and Lin Ping also approached him.
Just as Jin Zhenghao took a step forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with Li Xiaogou——
Lin Ping gritted his teeth and used all his strength to throw the plastic bag with body temperature at Li Xiaogou.
At the same time, Li Xiaogou, who was holding his mobile phone, had finished taking the photo in seconds, bent down and tied his shoelaces.
How is that possible!
Lin Ping widened his eyes and watched the plastic bag draw a perfect arc in the air and hit Jin Zhenghao with a bang.
When the stench spread, Li Xiaogou had already returned to his seat.
Kim Jung-ho, who was the last to appear, should have finished his rehearsal by now according to the rehearsal process and was on his way back.
However, at this moment, Jin Zhenghao stood there like a solid wooden stake. His trembling fingertips touched the curry-colored substance on his clothes, and then he shrank back as if he had been electrocuted.
"Ah—" After realizing that he was splashed with something, he let out a groundhog-like scream and could no longer control his curses, "Ah Xiba—son of a bitch, which son of a bitch did this?"
Kim Jung-ho had forgotten who he was and where he was, and jumped off the stage.
The brand director and designer watched him go crazy with their pupils shaking, trying to stop him by saying "don't don't".
Kim Jung-ho heard it.
He slowly turned around, staring at the director and designer with red eyes. The two of them slowly retreated, waving their hands frantically: "No, no..."
Bring me the tonic!
Otherwise, you can just continue making trouble!
The scene was in chaos. Lin Ping, the instigator, watched it all in amazement. He still didn't understand. He was clearly aiming at Li Xiaogou, so why did he end up throwing feces on Jin Zhenghao?
Where is Li Xiaogou?
He looked around in panic.
Suddenly, there was a pat on the shoulder.
His heart sank, and he slowly turned around. Li Xiaogou put one hand in his pocket and asked, "Are you looking for me?"
Lin Ping's eyes suddenly narrowed.
Li Xiaogou stepped aside, and the dim light obscured the two policemen behind him.
Until he was dragged away, Lin Ping still didn't understand when he was discovered.
The show ended in farce.
Although the ending was absurd, the attention it received was off the charts. The director consoled himself by finding joy in the midst of hardship and faced the media with strength.
Jin Zhenghao had already left through the back door and returned to the hotel in a nanny car.
The agent was so frightened that he was speechless. He walked silently to the hotel's underground parking garage. He licked his lips and said with difficulty, "The bath water is ready. It's purified water."
Jin Zhenghao returned to his room cursing, took off his dirty clothes and went into the bathroom.
The agent knew that if he didn't appease this old man today, he would lose his job when he returned.
Listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, he paced back and forth in the room anxiously, racking his brains to think of how to please the furious Kim Jong-ho.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
Standing outside the door was a tall beauty with delicate features.
The beauty had long curly hair that fell like a waterfall, the ends of which lingered at her slender waist. She had beautiful red lips and legs that were longer than his life.
After he spoke, the beauty whispered her name in his ear.
In an instant, the face of the timid brand man on the plane came into my mind.
According to the agreement, the man was supposed to bring the woman over today, but something unexpected happened and he almost forgot about it.
Such a beauty... wouldn't that be just the right thing to please Kim Jung-ho?
As if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, the agent immediately welcomed the beauty in.
"He's in the bathroom, you can go."
"As long as you do a good job, the reward will not be small."
The beauty smiled charmingly and nodded.
The agent's tailbone felt numb and he hurriedly fled the room, fearing that he would be bewitched if he was too late.
"The person has already left." Mo Shang said.
Li Xiaogou came out of the next room and knocked on Jin Zhenghao's door.
A tall beauty came and opened the door.
Li Xiaogou went in: "What happened?"
The tall beauty raised her hand and fanned it: "That smell... I was a little too strong and I fainted."
As soon as he finished speaking, a scream was heard from the bathroom, extremely shrill.
Li Xiaogou: "Fainted?"
The beauty sat down loudly: "Fainting doesn't mean I won't use my powers anymore. I'm having a nightmare right now."
What kind of nightmare could produce such a pig-slaughtering howl.
"I saw his fear." The beauty smiled charmingly, her thumb and index finger pressed together, leaving only a gap. "He's afraid of being discovered even in his dreams. He's so young."
"Didn't you say he secretly took photos of a lot of girls when he was in Korea? I used a little trick, and he's dreaming right now that those secret photos of women he uploaded online have all become nude photos of himself, hahahahaha."
Li Xiaogou raised the corner of his lips: "That really is a nightmare."
"He won't wake up for a while." Speaking of business, the beauty's expression was serious. "Will those who want to take action choose today?"
Li Xiaogou was silent for a moment, then answered seriously, "I believe Mo Shang."
If Kim Jong-ho is the target of those people, then today is their best opportunity to strike.
Boom boom boom.
There was another knock on the door.
Li Xiaogou and the beauty looked at each other and quickly found a room to hide in.
The office worker, the partner who had promised Jin Zhenghao that he would bring a woman here today, was standing outside the door with a wry smile on his face, and a girl was standing next to him.
The door opens.
The man's eyes lit up when he saw the beautiful woman, but soon beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He stretched his head and tried to look inside the door: "Is Mr. Jin here?"
The beauty blocked his view with her body: "Mr. Jin is not convenient to see guests now."
The man frowned: "Mr. Jin and I have already made an appointment. Who are you?"
The beauty brushed her hair and didn't answer the man. Instead, she looked at the girl beside him and asked her softly, "Do you know why he brought you here today?"
The young girl, who was not very worldly-wise, shook her head in confusion.
The man was about to get angry, but unexpectedly the beauty moved away.
"Come in." The beauty said gently.
The door slowly closed behind him.
"Mr. Jin is in—" The man was about to speak when he felt a sharp pain in his stomach and was hit hard by a punch. He fell to the ground and curled up like a shrimp.
The girl stood in front of the man, her eyes red with fear, but she was still waving the briefcase desperately.
"what you up to?"
"Do you know why he brought you here?" The same question was asked again.
"The senior said he would bring me here to discuss cooperation." The girl finally sensed something was wrong.
"Haha, cooperation." The charming woman looked at the man groaning on the ground as if he were dead. "He wants to use you to negotiate business."
The girl's face suddenly turned pale.
She was not without doubt wondering why such a good opportunity suddenly fell on her, a new graduate with no negotiation experience.
The meaningful advice from the seniors on the road——
turn out to be--
The girl pursed her lips: "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
"Can you do me a favor?" the girl asked.
"Of course, you can leave now."
The girl shook her head: "I want you to turn around."
…
"good."
Behind him came the sound of fists hitting flesh and a man's groan.
"Okay." The girl panted slightly.
Turning around, the man on the ground had fainted, his cheeks swollen and his original appearance was unrecognizable.
The girl took a step back and bowed: "Thank you."
"I learned Muay Thai before I started working and thought that was enough for self-defense. It turns out the hardest thing to defend against is the human heart."
She tore off her work card and threw it in the man's face, then walked to the door: "I haven't seen anyone in this room today."
Before leaving, she looked at the woman deeply and said, "Um...when you beat him just now, his wig got crooked."
The door closed.
Li Xiaogou fell on the bed laughing.
Wang Bo straightened his wig with a flushed face.
Just then, the doorbell rang again.
The two men's expressions suddenly changed. Here they come.
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